The dying autumn leaves fell one after the other from the trees, blanketing the ground in a colorful array.
It was late afternoon; Amber and Rosemary were having tea and crème brûlée in Rosemary's private rooms.
'Oh, it smells good today…' Rosemary sighed sniffing the crème brûlée; she used a silver spoon to break the crunchy caramel on the surface of the creamy custard and spooned it into her mouth. Amber smiled at the lovely picture Rosemary made as she sipped her tea trying to hold back the pain. Rosemary smiled happily at Amber after savoring her crème brûlée,
'Thank you, Amber.'
'Why?'
'Well, now the handkerchief is completed. We can have this delicious crème brûlée to celebrate! Thank you, sister-in-law!'
Amber returned her cup to the saucer and smiled at Rosemary,
'Thank you for your kind words, but finishing the handkerchief successfully was all down to your efforts.'
She picked up her crème brûlée and took a spoon of it; it was rather delicious. The royal cooks were very good. She smiled.
It was more than just Amber' imagination, but the Princess' heart was straightforward and pure.
Rosemary shook her fluffy white hair,
'No, it is thanks to you Amber. Because with my previous teachers, I could not even thread the needle, talk less finishing a handkerchief.'
Rosemary lowered her gaze sadly.
According to Rosemary, all her previous tutors lamented her inability to thread a needle which was the basis of any sewing (Zuben: I lament their inability to tutor. Or does Rosemary need glasses?)
With Amber, she learned how to do it.
While she understood, at first glance, the thinking of the previous tutors, but they just required a bit more patience. Her skill at embroidery was good. So, she may misplace the threading but the way she sewed was sweet. She was able to complete the pattern if the needle was threaded in advance.
'That's why I'm really happy. Thanks to you, I have graduated from horribly clumsy to somewhat clumsy.'
Rosemary returned her spoon to her plate gently.
A person will be happier if they can do more rather than continue to lament what they can't do.
So should she. Even though she could not be born with a lovely appearance, even though the deep affection that engulfed her was fake, she had been happy these past six weeks.
'Thank you for saying that, Rosemary.'
She could only say this happiness was not fake. With just this memory, she should be able to live happily in the future. (Zuben: Numpty)
Although that is how she wanted to think, she also knew that the pain in her chest would never ease.
'You're welcome, sister in law.' Rosemary gave her a dazzling smile and went back to eating her crème brûlée. Despite being just before dinner, she had ordered the crème brûlée to celebrate the completion of the handkerchief.